"So that card—"
An Xiangwen reached out to Bai Su and asked for the card. He wanted to confirm to Wei Wenxue that a beautiful woman had appeared.
But Bai Su refused. The reason he gave was: "For your physical and mental health, it's better not to watch it."
An Xiangwen was stunned, and Wei Wenxue shook her shoulders, reached out and quietly pulled her box to her feet.
"Speaking of which," the flaxen-haired girl said, holding the bowl in her hands, "Have you ever felt... that climbing a mountain is tiring?"
Wei Wenxue thought for a while and then asked her doubts: "I have traveled to other places with colleagues and friends before, and I have never been so tired."
An Xiangwen commented quietly: "Could it be that Miss Wei is too weak or the box is too heavy?"
Wei Wenxue glared at her and said, "Absolutely not! I'm carrying this thing... Anyway, I won't be so tired even with the same weight!"
Yes, my body is a little unaccustomed to it now, but it can’t be this bad!
Bai Su, who had nothing to do with himself, ate his meal calmly. He even had time to ask the boss for another bowl of rice.
"Okay, here we come." The boss came over with a tray, "Guest, here's what you ordered."
They are now sitting in a restaurant halfway up the mountain. There are many small restaurants like this, all opened by the residents living on the mountain. The prices are ridiculously expensive.
There are also outrageous reasons, such as labor costs and so on. Although you can grow some of the raw materials yourself, some still have to be sent up from the mountains.
The boss probably overheard Baisu and the others chatting, and said familiarly: "I'm not as tired climbing mountains now. Kangtai Mountain used to be called a man-eating mountain."
"A man-eating mountain?" repeated tourists at nearby tables.
"Yes, Kangtai Mountain can eat people and take away their physical strength." The boss nodded, "And then fatigue, accidents, etc., a lot of people died every year in the mountains due to accidents."
Moreover, some people died in bizarre ways, but the boss didn't explain it clearly.
It may not seem obvious compared to the data outside, but for the residents nearby, it is already a big data.
Over time, nearby residents began to call Mount Kangtai a man-eating mountain.
"Then..." The boss showed a nostalgic look, "A monk and his companions passed by here. After hearing what happened to us, they spontaneously said that they would go into the mountain to help us investigate."
"The monks went into the mountain and seemed to encounter something strange. They came back injured. They said there was evil in the mountain and it was not easy to deal with it."
"Finally they reached the top of the mountain. It is said that they had to do seven or forty-nine days of rituals to suppress the man-eating mountain. In order to prevent the situation from happening again, the monks built a temple on the top of the mountain, which is where you, guests, I want to go to Fuzhao Temple."
The boss' words were full of praise for the monks, as if they had saved him.
But, it's strange.
Fuzhao Temple was only built in the past two years, but from the boss's words, it seems that the monks appeared a long time ago.
Bai Su knocked on the table, attracted the boss's attention, and asked, "When did the monks come?"
"Ten... Hey, it seems to be two or three years ago, right? Oh, why do I feel like so much time has passed?"
The boss scratched his head in confusion. At this time, someone called him to order. The boss put the question behind him and hurried over.
The tourists at the other tables gave up after listening to it. Only the girl with flaxen hair kept frowning and took out her mobile phone to search.
"The story the boss told... I have never heard of it."
"It's normal." An Xiangwen continued, "Many folk rumors are spread by word of mouth, and there are no online records."
"But it's also very strange." Wei Wenxue held her mobile phone, "Wouldn't it be better to attract people if a story like this is written in the temple introduction?"
"Because it's not necessary." Bai Su suddenly said, "The fact that prayers are effective is enough to attract people from other places."
Bai Su clicked on the mobile phone placed on the table. It displayed the Internet search interface. Enter the keyword Fuzhao Temple to see a large amount of information.
Such an efficacious temple really does not need any background story.
Furthermore, this background story sounds a bit fishy.
Human beings say that all wishes come true, but Bai Su doesn't feel that there is no effort. He can achieve his heart's wishes just by wearing incense sticks.
Maybe... He looked at only one-fifth of the mountain scenery remaining outside the door, and had some guesses in his mind.
…
No matter what, the mountain road still has to be climbed.
The flaxen-haired girl had rested enough and took the box back from Bai Su. Bai Su, who had already satisfied his curiosity, did not stop him.
The last part of the mountain climb is always difficult to climb. Unlike the two humans who were left behind, Bai Su was the first to reach the mountain gate.
The goose-yellow building gate stands there, with a plaque engraved with the three characters of Fuzhao Temple hanging above it. Tourists below are passing through the three gates one after another.
There were some characters carved on the doorpost that Bai Su didn't recognize. He squinted at them for a while and then gave up studying.
Human writing has been divided into many stages, and I don’t know which type is used on this pillar.
While waiting for the other two humans, Bai Su casually took a photo of the mountain gate, learned the human's way of speaking, and posted the scenery photo with text on his social platform.
There were a lot of people fishing at work at one or two o'clock in the afternoon, and it didn't take long for someone to comment and reply below the post.
[Fuzhaoji Temple! ]
[Xiaobai took leave to burn incense and worship Buddha? ]
[Wow Fuzhao Temple, this temple is very effective. ]
[As for today...it seems there will be a Dharma gathering tomorrow? ]
[Pfft, Xiaobai needs to get rid of his bad luck a while ago. ]
It would be nice to ask him in the comments to take more photos or start an outdoor live broadcast.
Bai Su was satisfied with the former. From an altitude of who knows how many meters, he pointed his lens downward and took a few photos of the swirling clouds and mist. Without any skills, he was able to get rid of his fear of heights immediately.
The latter Bai Su calculated his account and felt that he did not consume so much data, so he declined the fan's request.
However, thinking that fans are also his parents in some aspects, Bai Su still plans to buy something at Fuzhao Temple, take it back as a souvenir, and forward it to a lottery.
Forwarding the lottery...is this how it works, right?
Bai Su was interacting with fans here, while the police far away in the city stared at his account in deep thought.
Ever since Bai Su left Xizhong District, Xia Chengyin's life as a police officer has been very peaceful. Occasionally he was called out by the captain to do a task, and other times he took care of trivial matters in the community.
But now, after seeing what Bai Sufa was doing, that uneasy premonition reappeared.
Xia Chengyin thought about Fuzhao Temple and remembered that it was a very popular temple recently. Because it was so efficacious, they even pretended to check it out and found nothing wrong.
Is it an illusion? Xia Chengyin pressed his forehead, then picked up his mobile phone and made a call.
